I got my passport in the mail, finally. This is good because I’m traveling to Vermont again in September to visit with Rebecca for three months.
Also, I’m the editor for this now, and it is fun.

http://www.utata.org/ink/

You should read it.

this friday i was sitting on a park bench in the middle of downtown Rutland Vermont, waiting for Trin to pick me up after work for our drive down to Massachusetts.

i was sitting there, staring at the large clock across the street and listening to “The Charm of the Highway Strip”.

a muscular young man in a backturned red cap and black tanktop stepped in front of me.

“you work for the railroad?” he was smirking, pupils dilated.

i shook my head ‘no’, assuming he was referring to my hat.

he snickered, “because i need to buy some train tickets .. ”

an awkward silence.

“are you a priest?”

another no. my black suit and white collar, i guessed.

“do you want to be? because we can go down to the river and baptize you.”

i shot him a disturbed glare to match his smirk, wordlessly asking something along the lines of ‘are you really this bored’?

turning to walk away, he started yelling “i don’t believe in GOD! fuck god! HAhaHA!”

i put my earphones back in as he scampered off, drowning out his nattering.

a moment later i heard the scattering sound of a rock skipping off the concrete in front of me.

“FAGGOT!”

i pulled out the earphones and stared over at him.

“FAG!”

another rock, this one flying past my back and hitting the park’s flag pole to a loud, ironic, reverberating “gong”. the american flag slumped, windless.

‘this is too fucking much’, i thought to myself.

i continued to look over at him incredulously. he missed with three or four more stones, then retreated over to his little brother and two cigarette smoking girls about his age.

he made one last, loud turn, arms raised “You want my number, fag!?” and laughed.

he travelled with his friends toward the nearby parking lot, then backtracked to the park and started kicking up more rocks from underneath the trees.

at this point i began to question whether or not i should leave. it was clear he couldn’t throw, was probably intoxicated and was unlikely to hit me from his chosen distance. the hell if i was going to give him the satisfaction of scaring me off without hitting me first.

so i stayed.

he crept closer, missing with another four rocks through the trees and then scampered off to the parking lot yelling “Go back to New Jersey, You Faggot!”

So, Rutland Vermont .. you of the conspicuously progressive Op Ed on states’ rights and gay marriage i’d read earlier in the day .. perhaps you could deal with the “Act of Disrespect” happening in the middle of your town square, onlookers either staring dumbly or going about their business while chumps yell “FAGGOT” at the top of their lungs for every passerby to hear.

.. because i’m frankly disgusted that something so juvenile and bigoted could happen in the middle of your downtown, and to the collective shrug of so many onlookers.

Broadway Boogie-Woogie
Piet mondrian, 1943

Piet Mondrian		85%
Cecily Brown		60%
Willem DeKooning		40%
Vincent Van Gogh		40%
Artemisia Gentilleschi		40%
R. Crumb		35%
Bob Ross		25%
William Blake		20%

What artist are you?
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this isn’t entirely surprising, as Piet Mondrian is the modern artist whose work i am most intensely drawn towards.

his are the kind of paintings that don’t really translate to screen or page, as scale is such an important element of their impact. vibrant colours and intersections locked in seemingly balanced compositions tend to pip and pop with optical energy, shifting all about before the eye.

Op Art before its time, and with more soul.

Hot-headed. You have strong
will power and a good imagination.

Green Lantern		80%
Hulk		65%
Spider-Man		50%
The Flash		50%
Superman		50%
Catwoman		40%
Supergirl		40%
Batman		40%
Robin		32%
Wonder Woman		30%
Iron Man		30%

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test

I think I’m more of a Kyle Rayner than a Hal Jordan.

patton and i square off to settle once and for all who is the superior being.

FLASH VIDEO”

i’m now encoding videos to flash, so they can stretch to match the browser window.

this is extremely important when you want to take a very good look at a dirty little mutt like patton flying across a parking lot.

a little quiz lifted from Trin’s blog, geared toward usians, but i figure that it is safe for canadians to play.

apparently i’m 20% more “Yankee” and 10% less “Upper Midwestern” than she is.

i’m also a solid 5% more “Dixie”, a percentage that most likely rubbed off on me from Fubuki’s “passport to the south“.

really, really, really out of hand.

although in a really, really, really good way.

48 comments later …

sketching is fun, but i feel as if i need to work on my style some. i don’t feel like my drawings articulate what i’d like them to.

i’m going to pick up some supplies today.

large sketchbook, new pens, some tracing paper.

Events:
1252 - Pope Innocent IV issues the papal bull ad exstirpanda, which authorizes the torture of heretics in the Medieval Inquisition. Torture quickly gains widespread usage across Catholic Europe.

1618 - Johannes Kepler confirms his previously rejected discovery of the third law of planetary motion (he first discovered it on March 8 but soon rejected the idea after some initial calculations were made).

1957 - Britain tests its first hydrogen bomb in Operation Grapple.

Births:
1856 - L. Frank Baum, American author (d. 1919)

1859 - Pierre Curie, French physicist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1906)

Death:
1935 - Kazimir Malevich, Ukrainian artist (b. 1878)

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